Josie was still unaware of it. She put her phone away and faced Malloryâs curiosity with a weary expression. âLet me guess, itâs the male lead from yesterdayâs rumor.â
âYouâre wrong.â Josie walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window and overlooked the vast multitude of beings below. âItâs my future pawn.â
The glass reflected her fair complexión. Though it seemed immaculate, it was stone cold, almost as if she already had things planned out.
âI have some connections with the media. Iâll help inform them to try and minimize negative press about you.â
Josie, however, objected to it. âNo. Being infamous is still considered famous. I need some lasting popularity.â
Mallory froze.
In the afternoon, because of a projectâs cash flow, the bank called Josie, requesting her to head down to sort things out.
Since the bank was nearby and within walking distance, she headed over without thinking much about it While waiting to deal with the matter, she idly played with her phone and stumbled upon Bastille Groupâs scandal.
So thatâs what Morgan is talking about.
An apologetic look crossed the staff memberâs face upon hearing her name. âI donât have the authority to do that. Only the director of a bank has. Let me give him a call.â
Josie furrowed her brows. She had handled many such matters, but she had never encountered one that required the director of a bank to do it personally.
After the call, the staff member escorted her to the elevator to head upstairs.
The elevator doors slid open. As Josie stepped in, she felt a sense of foreboding crept up within her.
Sure enough, the man sitting in the main seat and busy dealing with work was none other than Zachariah, who had perpetually been making things difficult for her.
Oh yes, I almost forgot that heâs the director of this bank.
Upon seeing her, Zachariah jokingly said, âWhat an unexpected guest! Iâm honored to have Ms. Warren grace us with her presence.â
Josie remained silent.
Zachariah unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up his arms. âFancy a cup of tea? You donât have a choice, though; I only have chamomile tea in my office.â
Josieâs face darkened.
âSave it for yourself.â With that said, she turned to leave.
Zachariah blocked her path. The dimples by the corners of his lips made him look rather kind and innocent. âYouâre leaving so soon? Are you not going to finish what you have to do?â
âIâll change to another bank and wonât trouble you, Mr. Shaw.â
âBut what if I give a heads-up to other banks? What will you do then?â
The way he asked the question almost seemed like he was being genuinely curious. Yet, only Josie knew how sarcastic he actually was.
âGo ahead and say what you want to say, Mr. Shaw.â Josie squeezed out a smile.
Zachariah clicked his tongue. âWhy are you so sensitive? But I do have a piece of advice for you. Only take on as much as you can handle. Donât get burnt from playing with fire. Remember, itâs your own life at stake.â
Josie could sense the malice and caution in those words.
Zachariah was talking about Morganâs arrival to attract investment to Wavery. It was a move that even the higher-ups strongly valued, and having been ruined just like that by an ill-tempered man, Zachariah reckoned it would surely bring trouble in the future.
And from Zachariahâs standpoint, the source of all these troubles was none other than Josie.
The more Josie looked at him, the more annoyed she became. âI think you should know him better than i do after all these years. Whatever he wants to do, itâs only a matter of time; influence is never a factor.
I wonât be able to shoulder such an accusation.â
What she said was true. Dexter was someone who would never make a losing deal. The fact that he dared do that only meant that he had already planned his way out.
Zachariah rested one hand on the plant shelf. âYou seem to know him quite well. Itâs just that I once thought that youâre someone with sincerity. But who knows, youâre a complete and utter venomous person whoâs only good at putting on a show,â
âBut the show I put on is one that he enjoys.â Josie lazily lifted her eyelids and tidied her hair. She was running out of patience.